My bag is packed and waiting by the door, I’m climbing into bed where a couple littles will probably soon join us under the blanket of night and I’ll miss this place. As the moon disappears with morning, so will…
Ball Park Memories
The gray sky was low, and I almost felt that if I could stretch far enough I could touch the clouds. Though, this time, I didn’t want to. They were dark and ominous, not at all like the cotton candy…
Sunday Citar ~ Life in Our Years
“And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.”~Abraham Lincoln Going bananas for this little one’s second birthday party tomorrow, literally. So, right now, my words will be few. Oh,…
Hump Day Dump
It’s amazing to me how days swing by as if a pendulum on a beautifully carved grandfather clock. How some days swing far into days in the sun, and sand, and exploration. How some have us deep in work, and…
KitchenWise:: The Perfect Lemonade, with guest Aliyah Blue
Well, friends, baby girl did it again! It all began one recent morning when she woke up in an excited declaration of, “I want to have a lemonade stand!” So we set out to make the perfect lemonade, and holy…
Carnival of No Regrets:: Sunday Citar
I hear it at least once a week, and usually more often than that. The collective energy of her entire body welling up until one phrase works it’s way up and passes through the marrow she is sucking out of…
